bigabreads Chapter 102 Real Madrid's Last Madness
Chapter 102 Real Madrid's Last Madness
Chapter 102 Real Madrid's Last Madness
Luis Suarez looked up to the sky and let out a long roar!
He kissed his ring finger vigorously, and pointed his other hand far away to the stands.
There sat his favorite wife, Sophia.
Then he turned around and picked up the teammate who gave him an assist, and laughed: "How did you find me?"
"I'm much more talented than you! I will send the ball to my teammates' feet in the most comfortable way, instead of exhausting them to death!"
Long Shute replied coquettishly, while wrapping his arms around the head of the Uruguayan to prevent himself from being thrown to the ground by the over-excited Suarez.
What a joke!
Since the end of August, he has been worshiping Bao Yasu as his teacher in the system. He has watched the opponent's running route at least hundreds of thousands of times in the system. Now he can pass the ball to Suarez even with his eyes closed. feet!
——Of course, the premise is that there are no other people in the middle.
Suarez ignored the dissatisfaction hidden in this sentence and laughed even louder.
He silenced everyone at home in Real Madrid!
He put the galaxy battleship with two kings into despair!
Leading Ajax to defeat Real Madrid and advance to the quarter-finals of the Champions League... Is there anything easier to increase exposure than this? -
"Another defensive counterattack..."
The Spanish commentator Jose Lopez's face became a little pale. He watched the replay and his voice became weak:
"Sim de Jong and Long Zhete blocked the inside of Cristiano Ronaldo from outside the penalty area, and then Ajax immediately launched a counterattack...
Long Shute made a diagonal pass to the left, Emmanuel Sen quickly went down to the bottom, and then found Long Shute who was faster than him...
After the Chinese attracted two central defenders, Ramos and Albiol, they suddenly used their heels to pass to Suarez who followed up from the back row..."
He muttered a curse:
"A midfielder who just made a difficult interception appeared in front of the opponent's penalty area the next moment, running faster than the main striker... What a fucking monster this is!"
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Compared with Lopez's depression, Duan Yixuan is obviously not on the same channel as him. He is bragging to his compatriots consciously without "neutrality and objectivity":
"Another wonderful performance from the Chinese teenager! This time the goal came from Long Shute's active fighting, and even more from his direct assists! If he hadn't tried his best to advance forward and participate in the attack, Real Madrid's defense would not have been so exposed Big space! Suarez will not get such a comfortable shot! At least 80% of the credit for this goal must be credited to him!"
Zhang Lu also abandoned his previous calm commentary style:
"From this counterattack, we can see that Long Shute has made great progress in a season. At the beginning of the season, he basically put all his energy on defense, and occasionally had the opportunity to attack forward. Often appear overwhelmed, some blind.
But it is obviously different now. He has gradually grown into the midfield engine of Ajax. He can sound the horn of counterattack for this team and actively participate in it. The master of the team! "
Duan Yixuan opened his mouth and couldn't help muttering in his heart:
Director Zhang, why is it that you, an old comrade who seems to be stable and stable, are more unreliable than me with a big mouth...
How did you become the master?
But before Duan Yixuan could remind his partner, his attention was re-attracted by the game:
"Real Madrid made another substitution adjustment... Ah, Raul and Benzema are both standing on the sidelines. Is Pellegrini going to use the last two substitutions at the same time?"
The fourth official raised the sign high, showed the substitution number on the electronic sign in four directions, and then raised it again after a quick adjustment. This was indeed two substitutions.
"Raul replaced Granero, who had no achievements in this game, and Benzema replaced left back Garay..."
Duan Yixuan was taken aback again: "Real Madrid ranked 343? They put all three forwards in a desperate attempt!"
"C Ronaldo is not a midfielder in the traditional sense, and Kaka is more inclined to be a shadow forward. Real Madrid's real midfielder is Diarra alone..." Zhang Lu was as shocked as the young commentator , "Pellegrini's formation is five strikers!"
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Real Madrid's only defensive midfielder, Las Diarra, looks at the empty area around him, and he is about to cry from the coach...
Although there is still a van der Vaart who came off the bench in the second half, but everyone knows that he is not a defensive material!
All of you go attack!
Don't be counterattacked by Ajax!
Otherwise... I'll just lie down on the ground!
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Compared with Diarra, who was close to collapse, goalkeeper Casillas didn't feel much.
Since becoming the main force of this team, in the past ten years, he has long been used to supporting the entire defense line by himself.
Florentino is keen to fill the frontcourt with superstars, but he has never been reluctant to introduce one or two reliable guys in front of the penalty area. In the past two years, he finally came to a bald Pepe. Brave and fierce, he made many opponents daunting, but unfortunately he has been lying on the hospital bed recently...
it's okay no problem!
Real Madrid's third captain curled his lips, and he even waved to Ramos, who was eager to try but worried.
You all attack!
I alone am a line of defense! -
When the substitutions were in place, Real Madrid's formation opened everyone's eyes.
Forwards: Ronaldo, Higuain, Raul, Benzema, Ramos.
Attacking midfielder: Van der Vaart, Kaka.
Back midfielder: Diarra.
Defenders: Albiol, Arbeloa.
Goalkeeper: Iker Casillas.
"You're driving them crazy!"
Bergkamp couldn't help but exclaimed.
Van Basten glanced at him and corrected:
"We drove them crazy!"
After seeing Real Madrid's substitutions, Van Basten no longer hesitated and played the substitution cards in his hand one by one.
It's just that with two away goals in his hand, he is far less urgent. He cunningly adopts the strategy of changing a player in 3 minutes, trying to disrupt the opponent's attack rhythm.
The old Romedal and the physically exhausted Atuba and Silva were replaced one after another. The young Vertonghen, Alderweireld, and Blind Jr. went into battle and all added to the defense.
All they have to do now is defend, defend, defend!
Although White Swan pretended to be calm, even the audience in front of the TV could see through the camera how disturbed he was.
His legs were trembling slightly all the time. It wasn't cowardice or fear, but the strong adrenaline secreted in such a tense and exciting situation stimulated the blood in his body to rush wantonly.
When Real Madrid's offensive was fully launched, Van Basten couldn't sit still anymore. He strode to the sidelines, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stared nervously at every movement of the players on both sides.
Every superstar in Real Madrid has the ability to change the game in an instant. As long as they have a flash of inspiration, the gap between two goals can be wiped out in the blink of an eye!
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足球不是数学游戏，1+1+1+1+1+1+1未必就能够等于7。
If you can form a team by accumulating stars alone, then you have Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, Raul, Beckham, Owen, Carlos seven superstars, plus Iker Casillas, Guti, Kane Stars such as Biaso, Robinho, Cassano, Baptista, etc., that Galaxy battleship may have long been invincible in the world.
But not only did they not sweep the football world, Florentino was forced to resign due to poor athletic performance and frequent locker room disputes, and the era of Galacticos also came to an end.
In terms of player strength and influence, this Real Madrid team may not be able to compare with the heyday, at least in terms of the number of Mr. Golden Globes...
Choosing to attack is undoubtedly a gamble, but Pellegrini has nothing else to do.
He has even stopped giving any tactical instructions, allowing the superstars in the frontcourt to play freely.
Yes, there is no need for a command.
Real Madrid's choice now is to attack, attack, and attack again!
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"Ah... ah!"
A sigh sounded from the pure white stands.
A football flew far away.
At the front of the penalty area, Ronaldo waved his arms angrily, dissatisfied with the timing of his shot just now.
Raul who was not far away was a little helpless.
He has already run into the space between the Ajax defenders, and as long as he sends the ball, he is likely to gain something.
But no one pays much attention to his running position.
There are too many people in the restricted area, even if you want to pay attention, you can't see it!
They have no Pirlo, no Harvey, and no Alonso in their midfield. Van der Vaart, who has been out of battle for a long time, can't even get rid of Suarez, let alone send threatening balls to the frontcourt superstars.
What's more... Ronaldo, Kaka, Benzema, Higuain, Raul... These guys, each one is a character that cannot be offended, and each one wants to solve the battle by himself. to whom……
Then he was tragic...
Suarez made the tackle from behind him, then staggered past the already defunct Real Madrid defense alone with the ball, sending the ball into the net between Casillas' legs with an effortless effort. nest!
San Casey failed to save his team!
He sat on the goal line and lowered his head.
Ajax away 3-1!
The total score is 4-1!
The sky above the Bernabéu stadium finally sounded a huge boo!
Pellegrini is as white as paper!
He has seen his own tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)